Dieter Schönefeld

My little town
Thale

In the Harz mountains
lies apart
from my view
in the sealed off picture of scenery
its greenish lungs
lying in front of me
plated
at my feet

to where the witches dance
high up
with the gondola
floating
very close
tot he Roßtrappe
where once the Princess Brunhilde
fled from
Knight Bodo

with valleys
deeply
cut into the granite
from where
the wildly roaring Bode
rumbles through
the eye-catching
stony rock valley

Dieter Schönefeld